Rather a miserable weekend, in which I seem to have succumbed to ... well, not sure to what exactly. Some sort of midlife crisis (triggered, I suppose, by Bobby's dad dying on top of the stress of moving here), the symptoms of which are general uncertainty about who I am and what I should be doing with my life. So all I have done all weekend is mope around, feeling depressed and apathetic, and looking for busywork to take my mind off all the angst. As a result of all this, the house is now very clean, even the bits of it that no-one cares about, but I still feel like crap.